Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (30 page)

Punishment and submission, Lizzie figured, was something that she had to admit to herself wasn’t necessarily a bad thing when you were madly in love.

The silence in the cab of Ben’s giant dually was deafening. Unlike the last time she had set his temper to blazing, this time Lizzie has a raw sense of awareness
and arousal. It was almost like she, too, was going to be on the receiving end of the fulfillment of something that she needed as well. Ben had said some time ago that they were going to explore places that she had never considered. Perhaps today would be one. Instead of being disturbing, it was enticing and arousing, causing her body to hum in anticipation. The sounds of his masculine respirations, harsher and louder than hers, wrapped around her like a protective cloak. He was teaching her unintentionally. By giving her his love and protection, he was giving her confidence and she felt stronger than she had ever imagined. It was as though the knowledge that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her was the very thing that made her aware that she could handle most things herself. It truly was bizarre to Lizzie how she found herself developing as a woman, with self-assurance and with recognition of her own needs. It was those very needs that caused her to shift her attention to back to Ben.

She turned her body in her seat and observed his unbelievable picture of masculinity, which she knew confidently now was hers and hers alone. The strength in his jawline covered in a very faint sprinkling of stubble and the broad set of his shoulders that took up the whole side of the seat he occupied while driving. He had that incredibly taut belly and she knew if she touched it now, that hard six-pack would involuntarily contract, sending blood rushing to his groin. It, too, gave her inner strength knowing that she could instigate and control his arousal with a simple touch just as he could with her. It was a very liberating feeling and it gave her even more of that sense of the control that she, too, needed in her life.

As if on cue, she smiled mischievously as she observed him spreading his thighs apart, as though adjusting for some sort of discomfort down there. Ben looked in her direction, with no evidence of any emotion on his face, wiped clean for the moment as she knew he was grappling with something. Perhaps her need to submit would be the catalyst for his communication.

Lizzie leaned over after unbuckling, and softly placed a kiss on his cheek. He didn’t move to assist or prevent her, so she pressed her face into his neck in a comforting and nuzzling sort of movement. She wasn’t sure what he was getting out of it but as she inhaled his rich, masculine scent that was uniquely his, she felt a languor fill her as her body relaxed. It was as though it knew who it belonged to and was pleased to be intimately pressed near its owner. She felt the pressure of his head leaning slightly onto the top of hers but otherwise he made no movement to touch her.

Lizzie gained a bit more assurance in his being receptive and began to lightly nip and kiss softly the line of his neck and where it met his thick shoulder. Ben was all muscle, a literal wall she thought, as both her hands and mouth made their descent over his chest, nuzzling and kissing as they reached his abdominals which were contracting gently under her ministrations. She heard as Ben let out a puff of breath as she allowed her questing hand to graze over the very prominent bulge that was straining against his jeans. Lizzie shifted in her seat so that she could lay a bit lower as she curled her hand over the bulge to glide over it repetitiously. She could feel its pulse and attempts to shift under its confinement.

“Baby,” Ben said softly to her.

The air in the cab shifted to something thicker and more erotic than just interest. Need and desire were the heady scent that now propelled Lizzie into action and she knew what she was going to do. She looked up at Ben’s face which was now glancing down into his lap to sneak small peeks at what she was doing. Lizzie allowed a very naughty grin to meet his raised eyebrow, a silent declaration of challenge, one where neither the master nor the servant communicated their intentions. She managed to unhook his buckle and the top button of his jeans without his assistance, torturing him as she ran her tongue over the bulbous head weeping fluid in its arousal. She felt her insides clench with a shudder of the eroticism pulsing through her as his taste filled her mouth, overpowering her senses. He was deliciously sweaty from working so she wondered where his boxer briefs were.

With a light tone of amusement, Lizzie asked, “Ben, honey, did you forget something this morning?”

Ben looked down at her, while threading his right hand in her thick hair. She caught the first display of emotion that he permitted to cross his face, arrogance.

“Nope.”

Damned man, he was infuriating sometimes in how he just knew when there was going to be an opportunity for passion, for a moment. How did he just know that sort of thing? Well, she was going to fix his wagon.

Without warning, she turned to pull his zipper down to free his raging erection from its cage. She heard his hiss as she took no prisoners and gently but completely encased him within the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. She heard him groan as the head hit the back of her throat.

“Fucking hell, baby. Where on earth did you learn that?” Ben growled out in enjoyment.

Lizzie ignored his question and proceeded in enjoying the only thing that he was going to allow her any level of input on for the rest of the afternoon. She knew that he watched her head bob ever so slowly as she sucked up and down his thick arousal. The evidence of his enjoyment evident in the fact that every time she got to the tip, suckled at his slit, and sucked herself back down, he would groan and pulse at the base. Her own body was dripping with her cream, ready for whatever he deemed appropriate in his frustration with her. This was what she had always been missing, the emotions that fueled their arousal, not just the mechanics of sex. It was the need, the want, the expectation, and the anticipation that was kindling to her fire. She felt his hand tighten to the right side of pain in her hair as he held her while she now shifted her goal toward his release. His hips were thrusting into her mouth as he must have been white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel as he began to tense. She felt the truck suddenly pull over to the side of the road as he slammed on the brakes. Lizzie allowed her tongue to twirl deliciously under the sensitive skin of his cock’s head before engulfing him into her mouth again and again.

The sounds of Ben’s pleasure were punctuated with his loud gasp and growl as he blasted out streams of cum into her throat as she greedily sucked down his essence.

“Fuck, Lizzie! Holy fucking hell!” Ben barely ground out through his panting as he gentled his hold on her head. Tears of emotion, not upset, from the intensity of the moment ran down her cheeks as he pulled her upright off his groin. He cradled her delicately in his strong embrace, crooning words of love and his affections to her.

“It’s okay, baby, ssh. Don’t cry, I love you so much. Everything is okay, I am not going anywhere,” he whispered against her head that was mashed into his chest, unaware that the last thing he said was her deepest fear. It felt so very reassuring to hear him unknowingly say the very words that she needed to give her security.

Lizzie lifted her tearstained face to look into his tender one.

“Then you aren’t angry with me?” she bravely asked.

“Did you just pleasure me so I wouldn’t be mad, Lizzie?” Ben answered her with a question of his own.

“Oh no, of course not. I wouldn’t do something like that, something manipulative and without feeling. It’s just that you needed that and, well, I needed to do that to you, I think. It made me feel…” Lizzie wasn’t sure how to answer him.

Ben waited for a moment before answering for her. “Back in control of yourself again.”

Lizzie looked at him and cocked her head. Yes, that was it but how did he know that? How did this darned man always seem to know everything about herself that even she couldn’t figure out? Ugh, he was going to be hell to live with, all that arrogance!

“I just understand you, baby,” Ben answered her unspoken confusion with a cocky grin.

“I really love you, Ben.” Lizzie gazed at him, allowing all her emotion to pour out in it while allowing the physical proof of her tears to run down her cheeks.

Ben gently wiped away her tears with his thumbs and leaned to softly kiss her lips, tenderly sucking her plump lower one into his mouth.

With a pop, he released her and eased the truck back onto the road.

“I really love you, too, Lizzie but make no mistake about it, I am still angry. I have been pleasured by my woman but am still angry at her no matter how much she understands me and my needs. After what you did by not confiding in me that the fucker touched you, I think that you are going to have to suck me dry daily for the rest of your life. Even then I probably will still not have quelled all of my concern for you. Get it?” Ben said very seriously.

“Um, I think I do, honey,” Lizzie said still amused slightly by the idea of an alarm clock going off daily signaling the time for blow jobs like the dinner bell going off.

Ben’s expression was darkening, turning back to a carnal countenance. She glanced down and unbelievably saw the physical proof of the change in his mood begin to thicken and elongate yet again. His emotions and arousal were definitely linked together. She wondered if it was a family trait. Blech, she couldn’t imagine what would happen if all the men got furious at something. A whole room full of angry Powell men with hard-ons. It was not an image that she wanted to see. Perhaps National Geographic would find them interesting…

“I don’t think that you get it, baby. Nope, I don’t think that you get it at all and need to be taught a lesson that demonstrates how much I love you and will do anything to keep you safe,” Ben replied with a firm edge to his voice now.

“Anything?” Lizzie asked hesitantly.

“Anything, baby. You are going to get fucked, but good, in every hole you have got when we get home. Perhaps that will assist you in understanding my need and feelings for you,” Ben answered darkly.

Lizzie gasped, “Every hole?”

Ben issued what would have been considered an evil smile by anyone else but Lizzie, as she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. “Let’s put it this way, be thankful that your ears and nose are too tiny for my man parts or they too would be getting fucked.”

Lizzie let out a shudder of excited anticipation, almost sorry that they were.

Millie Braxton peeled herself from the front window of Braxton Feed and Seed in her usual pastime of observing the comings and goings on Main Street, Stony Creek.

“Gus, come look at this. Weren’t those the strange men that we have been seeing around town in the last two months, honey?” Millie asked her burly mate.

“Whatcha got there, Millie?” Gus answered as he lumbered to the front of their store.

“I was just noticing something and find it concerning. Didn’t Ben say that he was meeting Lizzie at her house after work?” Millie asked her husband.

Gus scratched the light growth of whiskers that was decorating his still rugged chin. “Yup, I think that is what that boy said. Something about having dinner and practicing what the term ‘family man’ meant. I think he is thinking about marrying that sweet girl.”

“Well, then why would she be getting in that car with those men, honey? Come look. Darn, where are my glasses? I can’t see a thing,” Millie asked with concern evident in her voice.

Gus peered out the front window and squinted while trying to figure out what was really happening. “I am not liking this at all. Shoot, honey, give me the phone. There is no good reason that Lizzie would be going anywhere willingly with those men. Let me get on this situation, just in case.”

Gus and Millie kept eyes on the car, even calling Sly and Nat to run an APB on the car, perhaps overkill, but no one was taking any chances after Billie’s run-in with the bottom-feeders of Stony Creek. There weren’t many and they were dealt with in the old-fashioned way. Men acted like men in this town.

“Ben, it’s Gus. No, I am not calling because you are making an amazing dinner of hot dogs for Lizzie. Shut up, boy, and stop being an ass, this call is about your woman. Millie just spotted her getting into a late-model black Lincoln with tinted windows either by force or coercion. It was those men from The Pump that we can’t quite get any information on. Hold on, I don’t remember what they were wearing.”

Gus turned to Millie with his question but she was of course eavesdropping on the conversation and supplied him with the necessary information. “All had on Wranglers, boot cut, two with indigo dye. All pearl-button shirts, one white, one blue, and one black with detailing on the front pocket. There was one with green eyes and two with brown, honey. All their boots were clean and one wore a brown felt cowboy hat with tooth trim in pearl.”

Gus looked at his wife like she had three heads. “Who are you and where is my wife? Did you train for the FBI?”

“Ben, did you hear all the detail? Stop panicking, boy, we will all make calls and get the men in town. Do not do anything rash! Ben, Ben, are you there?” Gus yelled into the phone.

“Damned boy hung up on me. Better get on the phones, Millie, gotta do a round up,” Gus quickly ordered his wife.

* * * *

Ben was riding into town like the devil was chasing him down. He couldn’t hear anything that anyone else was saying because the blood was rushing so loudly in his ears. Someone took his Lizzie? His woman? All he saw was red and felt the fury, barely restrained, fighting to break free. He wasn’t even scared yet, just infuriated. He knew that Lizzie was brilliant and would have been aware that the gossips of the town would have seen what had happened. She would buy herself time. That was his girl. She knew and trusted that he would save her. There was no way he wouldn’t. He couldn’t even fathom that possibility. He had no idea how Jackson didn’t go crazy on the drive up to the cabin to save Billie from Len Drexel earlier this year. He felt like he was going to jump out of his skin, starting to worry that one of those fuckers was touching her, hurting her. There were three of them for fuck’s sake. Shit. He stepped on the gas, breaking every law and speed limit for the town and putting Cole’s truck, also filled with men, in the dust behind him.